I was just a traveler, left for dead. Beaten by robbers, and stripped of my clothing, down to the very last thread. As I rose my head, I don’t know why. A priest looked at me and just walked on by.
I looked a second time and saw a Levite, but he acted like, I was just dust in his sight.
A Samaritan came and gave me a hand. And I simply, can’t understand.
The last person, that I would ever expect to help me. A Samaritan, I do see.
After bounding my wounds, he took me to an inn. That’s where I became, well again.
If it wasn’t for the Good Samaritan I wouldn’t be alive today.
I hope to see him once again, for I have a debt, I must repay. (Scripture reference Luke 10:30-37)
Written August 5, 2020